the best things about working at a cosy italian restaurant owned by your dad's good friend.
you get to wear whatever you want.
you get sheltered from mistakes.
you get to bully the hot chefs.
you get free food like cheesecake and lobster pasta.
you get free dessert because the chefs are naughty and steal you chocolate lava cakes.
you get to see a frozen baby pig (eewness).
you get to spend quality time with your brother.
you get to collude with your brother and the chefs to make fun of the boss.
and the best thing is you get paid for all this.


oh and i got praised for my handwriting again (:


my knees are dying more than ever now.
after that stupid fall.
i need my sjab-er !
someone please gimme a knee transplant.
so i can run again.
so i can play badminton again.
so i can be as fit as i used to be.
i spoilt my unbroken record of 30points for NAPFA by getting excused from it totally.
please understand my trauma.
i really need a new knee.


stop saying i'm slacking during pe.
stop saying i'm slacking during training.
you really think i want to?
seriously, i'm insulted.
gimme your good knee.
then see what i'm capable of.
i'm just making the best of what i have now alright.


fiction and faketion.
just what the mind's conjured.


i want anything but you to come close
dont wanna be struggling
dont wanna be salvaging
this way's just good, good enough for me.

perfection at 4:04 PM